Line in Romeo and Juliet When She Says Thne You See Me Ever Again
Speeches (Lines) for Nurse
in "Romeo and Juliet"
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Lady Capulet. Nurse, where'southward my daughter? telephone call her forth to me.
Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God prevent! Where'due south this girl? What, Juliet!
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Juliet. How at present! who calls?
Nurse. Your mother.
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Lady Capulet. This is the matter:—Nurse, give exit awhile,
Nosotros must talk in cloak-and-dagger:—nurse, come back again;
I take remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Chiliad know'st my daughter'south of a pretty age.
Nurse. Religion, I can tell her age unto an 60 minutes.
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Lady Capulet. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,—
And even so, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four—
She is not xiv. How long is it at present
To Lammas-tide?
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Lady Capulet. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at dark shall she exist xiv.
Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: but, every bit I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I call back it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now 11 years;
And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,—
Of all the days of the year, upon that twenty-four hour period:
For I had so laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the lord's day nether the pigeon-house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:—
Nay, I do bear a encephalon:—just, every bit I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it biting, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
Milk shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time information technology is eleven years;
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all nigh;
For fifty-fifty the day before, she bankrupt her brow:
And and so my husband—God exist with his soul!
A' was a merry man—took up the child:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost yard autumn upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall astern when grand hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, past my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To run into, now, how a jest shall come up virtually!
I warrant, an I should live a g years,
I never should forget information technology: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, information technology stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Lady Capulet. Enough of this; I pray thee, agree thy peace.
Nurse. Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose just laugh,
To think it should get out crying and say 'Ay.'
And notwithstanding, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as large as a young cockerel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth my hubby,'autumn'st upon thy face?
Thousand wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Juliet. And stint chiliad too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I accept done. God marking thee to his grace!
Chiliad wast the prettiest babe that ever I nursed:
An I might alive to run into thee married in one case,
I have my wish.
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Juliet. It is an honor that I dream non of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
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Lady Capulet. Well, think of wedlock now; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: past my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus and then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his honey.
Nurse. A human being, immature lady! lady, such a human being
As all the world—why, he's a human of wax.
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Lady Capulet. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay, he's a bloom; in faith, a very bloom.
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Lady Capulet. What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you lot shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face up,
And find delight writ in that location with beauty'due south pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Observe written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of dearest, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, merely lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the body of water, and 'tis much pride
For fair without the off-white within to hide:
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in golden clasps locks in the golden story;
And then shall yous share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse. No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
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Lady Capulet. We follow thee.
[Exit Retainer]
Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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Juliet. You kiss by the book.
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with yous.
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Romeo. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the firm,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her girl, that you talk'd yet;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
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Juliet. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
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Juliet. What's he that at present is going out of door?
Nurse. Marry, that, I call back, be immature Petrucio.
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Juliet. What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse. I know not.
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Juliet. Go inquire his proper name: if he exist married.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His proper name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The just son of your great enemy.
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Juliet. My only love sprung from my simply hate!
Likewise early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love information technology is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
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(stage directions). [Ane calls inside 'Juliet.']
Nurse. Betimes, anon!
Come, permit'south away; the strangers all are gone.
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Juliet. Iii words, honey Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love exist honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, ship me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time chiliad wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse. [Within] Madam!
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Juliet. I come, anon.—Simply if k hateful'st not well,
I do beseech thee—
Nurse. [Within] Madam!
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Benvolio. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
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Mercutio. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer confront.
Nurse. God ye practiced morrow, gentlemen.
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Mercutio. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
Nurse. Is it good den?
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Mercutio. 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy mitt of the
dial is now upon the prick of apex.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are y'all!
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Romeo. 1, gentlewoman, that God hath fabricated for himself to
mar.
Nurse. By my troth, information technology is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
quoth a'? Gentlemen, tin can whatsoever of you tell me where I
may find the young Romeo?
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Romeo. I can tell you; but young Romeo volition be older when
you accept institute him than he was when you sought him:
I am the youngest of that proper noun, for mistake of a worse.
Nurse. You say well.
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Mercutio. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
wisely, wisely.
Nurse. if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
you.
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(phase directions). [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
Nurse. Marry, farewell! I pray you lot, sir, what saucy
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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Romeo. A admirer, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
and will speak more in a infinitesimal than he volition stand
to in a calendar month.
Nurse. An a' speak any affair against me, I'll take him
downward, an a' were lustier than he is, and 20 such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And g must stand past
besides, and suffer every knave to utilise me at his pleasure?
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Peter. I saw no homo use you a pleasance; if I had, my weapon
should apace take been out, I warrant you lot: I cartel
describe as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
adept quarrel, and the constabulary on my side.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am and then vexed, that every office near
me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
and as I told y'all, my young lady bade me ask you lot
out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
but offset let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
kind of behavior, equally they say: for the gentlewoman
is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
with her, truly it were an sick matter to be offered
to whatever gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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Romeo. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
protest unto thee—
Nurse. Good heart, and, i' religion, I volition tell her every bit much:
Lord, Lord, she will be a blithesome woman.
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Romeo. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? yard dost not marking me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protestation; which, equally
I have it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
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Romeo. Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' prison cell
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No truly sir; non a penny.
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Romeo. Go to; I say you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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Romeo. And stay, good nurse, backside the abbey wall:
Within this hour my man shall be with thee
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
Nurse. Now God in sky bless thee! Hark you, sir.
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Romeo. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
Two may continue counsel, putting ane away?
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Romeo. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,
Lord! when 'twas a picayune prating thing:—O, at that place
is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; only she, good soul, had equally lief
run across a toad, a very toad, as meet him. I anger her
sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
man; simply, I'll warrant yous, when I say so, she looks
every bit pale as whatsoever clout in the versal world. Doth not
rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter of the alphabet?
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Romeo. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah. mocker! that's the domestic dog'southward name; R is for
the—No; I know information technology begins with some other
letter of the alphabet:—and she hath the prettiest sententious of
information technology, of you and rosemary, that it would do you expert
to hear it.
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Romeo. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.
[Exit Romeo]
Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and get earlier and apace.
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Juliet. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
O, she is lame! love's heralds should exist thoughts,
Which x times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves depict beloved,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
At present is the dominicus upon the highmost hill
Of this 24-hour interval's journeying, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, nonetheless she is non come.
Had she affections and warm youthful claret,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign every bit they were dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and stake equally lead.
O God, she comes!
[Enter Nurse and PETER]
O beloved nurse, what news?
Hast thou met with him? Send thy homo away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
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Juliet. Now, good sweet nurse,—O Lord, why look'st g sad?
Though news be pitiful, all the same tell them merrily;
If expert, k shamest the music of sugariness news
Past playing it to me with so sour a face.
Nurse. I am a-weary, requite me leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones anguish! what a jaunt have I had!
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Juliet. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, skilful nurse, speak.
Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can y'all not stay awhile?
Do you not meet that I am out of breath?
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Juliet. How art thou out of jiff, when g hast breath
To say to me that thou fine art out of breath?
The excuse that m dost make in this delay
Is longer than the tale thousand dost alibi.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
Nurse. Well, you lot take made a simple option; you know not
how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
face be ameliorate than whatsoever human's, yet his leg excels
all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
though they be non to be talked on, yet they are
past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
simply, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, have y'all dined at home?
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Juliet. No, no: but all this did I know earlier.
What says he of our wedlock? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a caput have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t' other side,—O, my dorsum, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me nearly,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
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Juliet. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art non well.
Sweet, sweet, sugariness nurse, tell me, what says my dearest?
Nurse. Your beloved says, like an honest gentleman, and a
courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
warrant, a virtuous,—Where is your mother?
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Juliet. Where is my mother! why, she is within;
Where should she exist? How oddly k repliest!
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?'
Nurse. O God'southward lady dearest!
Are you lot and then hot? ally, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
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Juliet. Here's such a scroll! come up, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-twenty-four hours?
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Juliet. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood upward in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet directly at any news.
Hie you to church building; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest before long when it is dark:
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
Merely you shall bear the brunt soon at night.
Get; I'll to dinner: hie you lot to the cell.
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Juliet. Gallop apace, yous fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip yous to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, honey-performing dark,
That runaway'south optics may flash and Romeo
Jump to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if dearest exist blind,
It best agrees with dark. Come up, civil nighttime,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And acquire me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy blackness mantle; till strange love, grown assuming,
Recollect truthful dear acted uncomplicated modesty.
Come up, night; come, Romeo; come, grand day in night;
For thou wilt prevarication upon the wings of nighttime
Whiter than new snowfall on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Have him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will exist in dearest with dark
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I take bought the mansion of a dear,
But not possess'd information technology, and, though I am sold,
Not nevertheless enjoy'd: and so tedious is this day
As is the dark earlier some festival
To an impatient kid that hath new robes
And may non habiliment them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
Simply Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
[Enter Nurse, with cords]
Now, nurse, what news? What hast m there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
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Juliet. Ay me! what news? why dost 1000 wring thy hands?
Nurse. Ah, well-a-day! he'due south dead, he'southward dead, he'due south dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone!
Alack the day! he'southward gone, he'south impale'd, he's dead!
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Juliet. Can heaven be and so envious?
Nurse. Romeo tin can,
Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
Who always would have idea it? Romeo!
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Juliet. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should exist roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poisonous substance more
Than the death-darting center of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those optics shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
Brief sounds make up one's mind of my weal or woe.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw information technology with mine eyes,—
God relieve the marker!—hither on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Stake, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
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Juliet. O, pause, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
To prison, optics, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; cease motion here;
And thousand and Romeo printing one heavy bier!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should alive to see thee dead!
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Juliet. What tempest is this that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
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Juliet. O God! did Romeo'south hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the twenty-four hours, it did!
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Juliet. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep then fair a cavern?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just contrary to what k justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was always volume containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There's no trust,
No organized religion, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all zip, all dissemblers.
Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
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Juliet. Blister'd exist thy tongue
For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit down;
For 'tis a throne where honour may exist crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a brute was I to admonish at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
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Juliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall shine thy proper noun,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled information technology?
But, wherefore, villain, didst g kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would take impale'd my hubby:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
Your tributary drops vest to woe,
Which you lot, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would accept slain;
And Tybalt'southward expressionless, that would have slain my married man:
All this is condolement; wherefore weep I and so?
Some word at that place was, worser than Tybalt's decease,
That murder'd me: I would forget information technology fain;
But, O, it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished;'
That 'banished,' that ane word 'banished,'
Hath slain ten k Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had concluded there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's expressionless,'
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentations might have moved?
But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banished,' to speak that give-and-take,
Is father, female parent, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all expressionless. 'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, spring,
In that word's death; no words tin that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my female parent, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Volition you become to them? I will bring you thither.
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Juliet. Launder they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry out, for Romeo's banishment.
Take upward those cords: poor ropes, y'all are beguiled,
Both yous and I; for Romeo is exiled:
He made you for a highway to my bed;
Just I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
To condolement you: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
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Friar Laurence. Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, ascend;
Thou wilt exist taken. Stay awhile! Stand;
[Knocking]
Run to my written report. By and by! God's volition,
What simpleness is this! I come up, I come!
[Knocking]
Who knocks so hard? whence come y'all? what's your will?
Nurse. [Within] Let me come up in, and y'all shall know
my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse]
Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
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Friar Laurence. There on the ground, with his ain tears made drunk.
Nurse. O, he is fifty-fifty in my mistress' case,
Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up up; stand, and yous be a human:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?
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Romeo. Nurse!
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death'due south the finish of all.
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Romeo. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she not call up me an old murderer,
At present I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed simply piddling from her ain?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd dearest?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And and then down falls over again.
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Friar Laurence. Hold thy desperate mitt:
Art g a man? thy form cries out k art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts announce
The unreasonable fury of a creature:
Unseemly woman in a seeming homo!
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
Thou hast amazed me: by my holy social club,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And stay thy lady likewise that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rails'st k on thy nativity, the sky, and earth?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do run into
In thee at once; which yard at once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy beloved, thy wit;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
Thy noble shape is simply a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a human being;
Thy love love sworn simply hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and honey,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Similar powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine ain defense.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately expressionless;
There art thousand happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But 1000 slew'st Tybalt; there are m happy too:
The constabulary that threaten'd decease becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; in that location fine art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights upwards upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best assortment;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy beloved:
Take heed, accept heed, for such dice miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Arise her chamber, hence and comfort her:
Simply look thou stay non till the watch be set up,
For then thou canst non pass to Mantua;
Where yard shalt live, till we can find a fourth dimension
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and telephone call thee back
With 20 hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the firm to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could take stay'd here all the night
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
My lord, I'll tell my lady you volition come.
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Romeo. Practise and so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Hither, sir, a band she bid me give y'all, sir:
Hie you, brand haste, for it grows very late.
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(phase directions). [Enter Nurse, to the bedroom]
Nurse. Madam!
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Juliet. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your sleeping accommodation:
The day is broke; be wary, look near.
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Capulet. Hang thee, young baggage! ill-behaved wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church building o' Th,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not reply me;
My fingers crawling. Wife, we scarce thought u.s. blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
Merely now I see this ane is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
Nurse. God in heaven bless her!
Y'all are to blame, my lord, to rate her and then.
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Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
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Capulet. O, God ye god-den.
Nurse. May not i speak?
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Juliet. O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My hubby is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to globe,
Unless that married man send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? condolement me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should do stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What say'st chiliad? hast thou not a give-and-take of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
Nurse. Religion, hither it is.
Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to claiming you;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
So, since the instance and then stands as now information technology doth,
I recollect it best you married with the canton.
O, he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not and then green, then quick, and then fair an eye
Every bit Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I recall you lot are happy in this 2nd match,
For information technology excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is expressionless; or 'twere equally good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
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Juliet. Speakest thou from thy center?
Nurse. And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
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Juliet. Amen!
Nurse. What?
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Juliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.
Nurse. Marry, I volition; and this is wisely done.
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Capulet. Get, exist gone.
[Get out Second Servant]
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
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Capulet. Well, he may chance to do some proficient on her:
A peevish cocky-volition'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry await.
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Lady Capulet. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more than spices, nurse.
Nurse. They telephone call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
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Capulet. Come up, stir, stir, stir! the 2nd cock hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Await to the broiled meats, expert Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go,
Get y'all to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
For this dark'due south watching.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse]
Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweetness-heart! why, helpmate!
What, not a word? you accept your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath prepare his residuum,
That you shall balance just little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how audio is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, permit the county take you lot in your bed;
He'll fright you upward, i' religion. Volition it not be?
[Undraws the curtains]
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady'southward dead!
O, well-a-twenty-four hour period, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
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Lady Capulet. What noise is here?
Nurse. O pitiful twenty-four hours!
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Lady Capulet. What is the thing?
Nurse. Look, expect! O heavy day!
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Capulet. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come up.
Nurse. She'southward dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the solar day!
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Capulet. Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's common cold:
Her blood is settled, and her joints are potent;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Nurse. O lamentable day!
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Lady Capulet. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful mean solar day!
Most miserable hour that due east'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But 1, poor one, ane poor and loving child,
Simply 1 thing to rejoice and solace in,
And fell death hath grab'd it from my sight!
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable mean solar day, most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O mean solar day! O mean solar day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful solar day!
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First Musician. Religion, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a sorry case.
Source: https://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/characters/charlines.php?CharID=nurse-rj&WorkID=romeojuliet&cues=1
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